crystal clear blue skies
not a cloud in sight
water twisting through a ditch
running cold and crisp
deep pine green trees
reach with outstretched arms
to the top of the sky
meadows rolling across the plains
tall grass grows high
sweet breeze paints the sky
just a small creature
in the great big world
grounded, restrained, held back from soaring
laying on the soft grass
gazing at the soothing blue ceiling
letting warmth from the
soft sun
envelope you
reaching out with open arms
shut your eyes
take a deep breath
of refreshing air
and come back to
reality
~erika boal